The attack wasn't surmised by anyone in the UNSC, nor civilian radar pick-ups. Only a unitary person knew, and he was on the last Covenant super-weapon, the Arc. John 117 ceased his transmission, then culled up his BR55. He pulled back the reloading pin and extracted out a clip of ammo, then supplanted it with a new cohesive clip of ammo. He roused the pin back into it's chamber, then ambulated over to the entry of the hallways. The door slowly surfaced to it's chamber, the hallways white in enigma. He applied his head out of the opening and checked for oppositions of the Covenant. Nothing.. . . he said to himself. He stepped out of the doorway and into the hallway, BR55 dismissed to his left. "Halt!" yelled a asthmatic Grunt guard. John 117 endured lull, the Grunt not knowing what to do. John realized who was holding him surety. He sprung up, carry out a back-flip. His personify was facing the Grunt, the BR55 purported at the Grunt's face. "Noooo!" It squalled in reverence as it in futilely cavorted for it's life. The bullet nailed the skull of the Grunt, severing the brain waves to the body. The other two shots penetrated the heart and lungs of the Grunt, exterminating the Grunt's life. . .

Kuala Heriantba'maa squalled in choler. "Get us out of here!". The Grunt ensign pressed a few buttons, and a salvo of velocity was palpated among the crew. The Elite captain was vexatied his destroyer couldn't handle the firepower that Battlestar had. The Covenant destroyer committed a 360o turn and advanced off to the Covenant ships, where they can get reinforcing stimulus from High Marshall Kuqa'Lamiehiamee, a hero among the Covenant Command Tree. The High Marshall's battle projects destroyed a diploid Human Battle Fleet and destroyed many worlds. He saved many of his Elites when the Brutes and the Jackals betrayed the Covenant. Kuala actualized that he was in peril from this new opposition from deep space, and he stimulated to his aide-de-camp as quickly as he could. .

"This is Admiral Adama, of the Twelve Colonies. Do any of you read me? Repeat, do any Earth residents read me?" he requested in the communications larboard. One of the communication technicians differentiated Adama. "Sir, their communication satellites are knocked out from the battle sir. We should make contact with the closest defense weapons platform.". Adama uttered a sigh and slanted in his chair, rubbing his temple. "We don't have time. Engage any alien ships and defend our blood brothers." he articulated, standing up. The technicians went to work and began diagraming flight plans and arming weapon systems to full power, ready to fight. Adama petered his finger out, outcrying "Victory or Death!"

A huge Covenant Carrier, modified with pulse laser, twenty plasma cannons, an larger hull, and a greater energy output, was in orbit, discharging rounds into the defense platforms and Earth. Apollo and Starbuck flew their Starfighters in a wingman/leader formation around the colossal battleship as they entered a hole where Longsword bombers punctured a hole suitable for the Starfighters to accede. "Begin strafing run." he ordered, his Starfighter discharging rounds into the Covenant Plasma Core, causing it to drop off it's anti-gravity chambers. Apollo pullulated his rounds off, removing the holding canisters of the Core. The core slowly deteriorated off the holding pins and drifted into the barracks, where it detonated. The explosion remanded shockwaves passim the entire ship, causing a huge exploding starting in the reactor core room. Apollo and Starbuck tantalized the eruption, barely flying out of the ship in time to escape the blast.

"Look! It's the Pegasus!" called Apollo, giving Starbuck a radar signal. Starbuck looked fore, and became aware of another Battlestar, the Pegasus, entering the battlefield. "Glad I could make it." averred the captain of the Pegasus, Commander Cain. The Pegasus mounted the Havoc Type IV missiles, a small but potent missile, into a Covenant Assault Carrier, squandering it to pieces as its debris drifted into space. "All firing batteries, adjust fire onto that starship, we're gonna break through to the Earthlings!" He yelled, the other Battlestar moving to a battlecluster of Covenant Destroyers and Cruisers. . .

"There's two of them sir!" squalled a Brute. Truth was getting unerring...very unerring acrimonious at this new human weapon. He swept his chair, and receded forward to the firing controls. Send a damn Prophet to do a Grunt's job. . . he thought to himself, activating the light beam weapon. "Let's see if they stop attack when I blow a defense platform out of the sky!" the prophet yelled. The Arc carried on through space, the green beam noticeable. The trail directed to the Defense station Germany. It beared off some seconds for the beam to reach it, but it did strike the station. In the immoderate light, no one could see anything. But when the light was gone, nothing on the station was left, only dust and echos. . .

The Chief encountered the engine room, a board with bigeminal Grunts and Engineers. He catlike receded from the doorway to packages astir his height. He positioned some C7 on the top of the entry and compacted the A-R-M button. He stepped away from the entry and moved away from it, silently of course. He squashed the button for detonation, holding his helmet and getting ready to rebuff. The explosion collapsed the doorway, the Grunts misconstrued about what just happened. The Chief took this as a tactical advantage and leaped up, firing well aimed shots at the Engineers and the Grunts. The Grunts screeched in revulsion as their lives were snuffed out of their bodies. The Engineers, although very agitated, let the Chief exterminate them, awaiting Death. He felt the air, the olfactory perception of blood were all over. He shook his head and perambulated over to the engines. "Let's see you get out of this one, Truth." he stated to himself. He grinned as he compiled the C7 on the engine. He slowly walked out of the room, fulfilled of his revenge as he pressed the button to detonate the bomb. . .

Apollo and Starbuck finished their assault runs on time, with brisk and most ammo still in their weapon cambers. "Starbuck, we should head back. Unless. . .Wait a minute, there is one ship big enough for the defense platforms to worry about. We should head out and destroy it." he recounted his thoughts. Starbuck contemplated for a minute. . .then made up his mind. "Alright. Let's go." he said.The Starfighters flew adjacent to each other while they headed to their way point. They saw the monolithic ship, the Arc, as it surmounted to them. Suddenly, the ship had small eruptions in the vicinity of the hull, plasma erupted from the ventholes. Two escape pods flew out of the Arc, as soon as it erupted into a ballock of fire. One of the pods headed for the battleground of Covenant ships, while the supplemental pod directed for the two young pilots. A voice was heard over the communications. "This is Spartan 117. Admiral, the Index is secure and the Arc is in ruin. Requesting transport, over." The Chief articulated over radiocommunication. Cheers erupted over the radio from ship crews and Defense Platforms as they learned of the Chief's exploits, and the Covenant beaten back to Mars. Earth was conserved, on the account of the Galactica, the Pegasus, and the young pilots Apollo and Starbuck. The affair the UNSC had to brood on astir presently, was the assaulting Flood. . .